The young shopkeeper talked about the past from home, which was both proud and proud, "At that time, our stall was close to the theater, and the business was booming, and many people loved to come here to eat a bowl after watching the play, and after the play, they had a bowl of stew, and then went home hot." And some famous characters in the pear orchard, Master Mei Lanfang, Zhang Junqiu, Xin Fengxia, etc., are all called bowls to be boiled for supper after singing the big play. At that time, it was deeply loved by the people, and people also gave the nickname 'Xiao Gu Chen'. ’”

From his description, you can imagine the bustle of the steaming roadside stalls back then.

"Really, fakely!" The people in the small shop cheered.

"I can prove it." An old diner said, "I have old photos at home to back it up. "The hair is almost completely white, and the old age spots on the face are clearly visible, which shows that the old man is old.

"Wow...... the young shopkeeper jumped up to the old man and rubbed his hands excitedly, "uh...... Elderly? ”

"I want to see the photos!" The old man raised his eyes and squinted at the shopkeeper and said with a smile.

"He doesn't just want to see it!" The diners next to him laughed.

"That's it! It is to post old photos in the store, which can definitely attract a large number of old people who remember the past. ”

"Hehe...... "Hey, hey" was exposed by others, and the young shopkeeper's old face turned red, and he scratched his head in embarrassment.

is worthy of being a person in the national capital, bathed in the policy, the brain is turning fast, and everything looks at the money!

The young shopkeeper looked at the old man expectantly, and after waiting for a long time, the old man finally spoke, "You can see the photo." ”

The shopkeeper was not overjoyed, because the highlight had not yet been said! There must be, but.

"But I'm not going to give it to you."

I knew it would be like this. The shopkeeper did not look disappointed, as expected.

"However, I have a lot of old newspapers cut out at home, and maybe they have those old pictures on them."

"Uncle, your old man is really good at whetting people's appetites."

"But it's also an idea, no photos, old newspapers are fine!"

"It's easy to say, who will stay after so many years, the key is whether it can stay!"

Newspapers! It's good not to wipe your butt paper properly.

"Oh yes!"

"This has to be a matter of chance."

The diners said.

The shopkeeper's hands clasped together and said, "Thank you, old and young masters." "I don't know if it can be done, but it's a good idea.

"Go on with the shopkeeper! You haven't said what about after liberation? The diner said.

The young shopkeeper said again. "After liberation. Due to the public-private partnership, the master master has been absorbed into the major hotels, so this name is gone. Just the year before last, my cousin, who was about to retire, quit his job. I picked up the craft again. Thereupon. I have the small intestine Chen now. ”

"It doesn't matter if you make money or not, the main thing is that you don't want this ancestral craft to disappear. Of course, it's better to make money. The shopkeeper said with a smile, looking kind. Harmony makes money! "In the past, I couldn't do it, but now I can do it, while this old arm and old leg can still move, let's be impulsive."

Everyone in charge laughed, "You guys are so impulsive! We're in for a treat. ”

"Look, look, Master Chen is going to perform a stunt." The diners, holding their breath, looked at the back kitchen.

The kitchen is open, and you can clearly see Chef Chen's performance.

People who are nearly sixty years old, take out the main ingredients from the hot cauldron, the knife rises and falls, and in a moment the board is already sliced and lumpy, both clean and neat, and then put the knife into the bowl with a spatula, and then pour vinegar garlic juice and chili oil...... A scent of aroma goes straight to the heart. That's called a crisp one. The diners didn't blink a glance, it was all enjoyable, and this handwork was simply a kind of performance.

It also entrusts the repeated feelings of the common people under the roots of the imperial city, recalling the past, when it was really the only seat, and the thousand-year-old abundance will never change.

Soon the boiled small intestines were brought up one by one, and He Junyao picked out the small intestines, liver, lungs, belly, etc., as well as the pork belly for Yu Ge'er, thanks to the little guy's eyes, and he hid out last night.

The diners muttered how to eat cooked food in this Hai Dongqing! The bird's beak that is also eaten is fragrant, which is very rare.

Fang Monan looked at them and reminded them, "If you don't eat it, if it's cold, the taste will be reduced." ”

"Oh! Oh! The diners came back to their senses, and when they lowered their heads, they never looked up again.

Fang Monan is also like them, the intestines are fat but not greasy, the meat is rotten but not bad, the fire is burned through but not sticky, and the soup is thick and mellow, which can be called a must.

Fang Monan and the others hadn't finished eating, there was already a long queue outside the shop, and some of the diners were estimated to be repeat customers, and they were familiar with the young shopkeeper, so they said, "I said Xiao Chen, the business is so prosperous, why don't you expand your business!" ”

"That's it! It is! The others chimed in, saying that it was early to-day, otherwise he would have to line up in the cold wind, and no one would want to take the taste.

The young shopkeeper shook his head, "We're not going to expand our business. ”

It's not that I don't want to, but I don't want to do it at all, listening to his words, the diners wondered, and the money sent to the door, don't want it.

The shopkeeper explained, "This business must be personally involved, and the selection and release of materials must rely on their own family, so that the taste is authentic." If you spread the stall too big, you will definitely not be able to take care of it, and if the taste is not authentic, you will smash your own signboard, we can't do such a thing. He stuck to his philosophy, "And my cousin has the same idea as me." The old man is still old and can still move, and he does everything himself, making the most authentic and delicious dishes. Besides, most of the customers who come here are repeat customers, old customers, come in and say hello, and everyone chats for a while. If I don't come for two months, I will keep it in my heart, and the next time I come, I will definitely have to ask, 'Why haven't I come for two months', and the customers listen to the warmth in their hearts, saying that this is the culture of snacks under the roots of our imperial city, and that this is a pleasure when it is small. Xiao Chen's shopkeeper smiled, and he could see the happiness he insisted on giving him.

The old man with the old photo just now chimed in, "I just want this small, if it's big, it's not right!" ”

"What do you say?" The diners looked at the oldest man in front of them.

The old man put down the dishes and chopsticks and wiped his mouth, "You know the wonton marquis!" ”

"You know, our time-honored brand in Beijing, the first batch of time-honored brands restored in 80 years, has opened a lot of chain stores!"

"I used to go to the Dongfeng market almost every night to listen to the play, the play is dispersed that is, at eight or nine o'clock in the evening, this is the 'wonton marquis' stall in front of the lively time, at that time the shopkeeper guarded his stall every day, while wrapping while cooking, a big pot is boiling thick chicken soup, the rhythm of the shopkeeper is just right, there are always three or five people in front of the stall, chatting and eating, single and other people, the shopkeeper let the guy add chicken soup, the guy took a large pot of chicken soup to pick up the place where there are many people, and the mouth has to shout 'take two steps, flash out of you, wonton Hou added soup', this is the surrounding diners will follow and shout 'good'. ”

He looked nostalgic, and then said, "Not long ago, I went to the 'Wonton Hou' chain in the capital to eat once, the environment was good, and the soup was okay, but I shook my head and walked out. ”

"Why?"

He recalled, "At that time, there was a family next to the 'Wonton Hou' that sold drunk green shrimp, the shrimp was transported from Jinmen every day, the wine was from Jin Province, the boss's surname was Sun, and Mei Lanfangmei Boss was very familiar, after eating the wontons, I always ordered two taels of drunken shrimp and two taels of wine, and then played a scene with Boss Sun, and when I was slightly drunk, I called a rickshaw home." Now the wontons are still there, and the drunken shrimp should still be there, but the feeling of being slightly drunk is gone. ”

"Brother doesn't eat wontons, brother eats memories!" Fang Monan said with a smile.

"That's right." The old man shouted, "Now that the rhythm of life has changed, the original Beijing-style snacks need to be slowly touched, pay attention to workmanship, eat atmosphere, and taste is secondary." Now, the alley is gone, the courtyard is gone, replaced by a high-rise building of two or three hundred meters, which is a 9-to-5 schedule, so everyone has begun to pursue strong stimulation in the sense of taste, spicy, smelly, sour, and it is natural for authentic snacks to become tasteful. ”

"Hmmm! You go and see Donghuamen Snack Street and the like. Cooked in one go, the hot belly can not represent the snacks of the capital, and the fried mutton skewers that fill the street can't either, the old taste can only be found in the depths of the hutongs, but now the hutongs are becoming less and less. The old man said with infinite emotion.

"This is a kind of complex that lingers in my heart, not to mention that this Chen Ji stew is delicious, just if you don't go to the store for a day, you won't feel comfortable if you don't hear the greetings of Xiao Chen's shopkeeper." The old man said with a smile.

"Huh...... It turns out that my charm is so great! The shopkeeper touched his chin and said with a smile.

"Yes! Talking to you about the mountains and reminiscing about the past is indeed comfortable. The old man said with a smile.

"Let's go, let's go, it's time to make room for the people in line behind." The old man got up, put his hands behind his back, paced, and walked out humming Peking Opera in his mouth.

Hulala...... The other diners also got up and left, and soon the shop was full.

Now there are countless luxury restaurants on the streets, and if you want to eat a big meal, there are places; If you want to change the taste, you can find the taste of the southeast and northwest. But the reason why people still think, read, and look for these snacks in their memories is more because they are afraid of losing the warm affection that snacks have brought us in the depths of their memories.

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"Where are we going next?" He Junyao asked.

"I want to buy hand-carved tools." Fang Monan leaned on the backrest and said lazily.

Fang Monan wants to equip her family with a protective feng shui magic weapon, she has Taoist spells to use, but how can this thing be used casually, at least she has to find a reason that someone can accept, so she is now slowly developing in the direction of 'god woman'. There is an excuse that everyone can believe, but she is still a doctor.

Anyway, there are a lot of jade seeds at home, and a large underground warehouse on the farm is full of them.

The jade of the nineties was very worthless, and someone once spent a few hundred yuan to buy a bag of seed jade and put it in the fish tank at home, and it was worth millions after ten years! (To be continued......)

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